Please allow me to introduce myself...

While my mom takes her time getting her next post up (what are finals anyway?), I thought I would finally introduce myself.

I'm Pickles (pronounced Packals) Rosemary Hunt. Mom calls me Pax, Pix, Kitty, Satan, Boo-all interchangeable. She's confusing. Like how am I supposed to know who she is yelling at when it's just me and her in the apartment and she's calling me all these different names? Bravo, mom, no wonder I don't listen to you.

I love my mom, I do, but here are some things I love more than her:

1. Christmas Trees--I LOVE CHRISTMAS TREES. There is something so gratifying about bending every branch and creating beautiful topiary. I'm currently trying to remodel our Christmas tree to look like a pound cake. Here's my work so far (don't tell mom I used her camera). I started working on it at about 3 this morning and mommy was cheering me on by screaming my name so I was really motivated!

2. Hide and Seek--I am so awesome at hide and seek. Mom will bring me new toys from my grandma and as soon as she turns her back I hide them!! Then, Mom will crawl all over the floor and open cabinets and move cushions and I just watch her from the tv cart as she seeks and seeks but can't find where I hide all of my treasures... If she only knew I hid them in the...

3. Garbage- Wait, no, I don't hide things in the garbage, what was I saying? I love tipping over the garbage in mommy's bathroom and pulling things out of it. One time, I had a garbage appreciation day where I took all of the garbage out and let mommy see how many things she had used. I hid under the bed while she picked everything back up and like a good mommy put them back in the toy box for me. I hid for a while afterwards too because she was speaking Spanish or something--I didn't understand the four letter words coming out of her mouth.

4.The fish pillow--I love mommy's 5 foot long fish pillow. Sometimes I just sit there for hours just licking the pillow. I'm hoping mommy gets the hint and gets me a real fish so I can lick it, but everytime I think her eyes go wide with the idea to buy me a gift, she tells me her eyes are going so wide because she can't take the sound anymore. I hardly think that that is my fault, mom.

5. Grandma's house--Grandma's house is like our house times 500! I can jump on so many tables, find so many things in the couches, eat brownies... Oh, it's just bliss I tell you.

That's all I can really think of right now that I love more than mommy. I mean, I love my mommy, but I love those things soooooooo much. Anyway, you'll hear more from me I'm sure, but I need to go sleep...